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And soon from guest to guest the panic spread.
Weary of his life,
a day of search 'Mid the old lumber in the gallery, That mouldering chest was noticed, and 't was said, By one as young, as thoughtless, as Ginevra, “Why not remove it from its lurking-place ?" 'Twas done as soon as said ; but, on the way, It burst-it fell; and, lo! a skeleton, With here and there a pearl, an emerald stone, A golden clasp clasping a shred of gold. All else had perished, save a wedding ring And a small seal, her mother's legacy, Engraven with a name, the name of both, - “ Ginevra."
There then she had found a grave !
And this, 0 Spain! is thy return
For the new world I gave!
I earn! The fetters of the slave! Yon sun that sinketh 'neath the sea Rises on realms I found for thee.
I served thee as a son would serve ;
I loved thee with a father's love;
To raise thee other lands above,
With midnight watches on the main;
Ills worse than sorrow, more than pain;
Hair gray with grief, eyes dim with tears,
And poverty for coming years,
No, let it be the robber's spoil.
Decry my triumph and my toil. -
but for her blackened fame.
Farewell, thou never-dying king!
And thou — and thou, - grim, giant thing,
MISS JEWSBURY (altered).
XXXIV. - MODERN GREECE.
THE isles of Greece! the isles of Greece !
Where burning Sappho loved and sung;
Where Dēlos rose, and Phoebus sprung;
The Scian and the Tēian muse,
The hero's harp, the lover's lute,
Their place of birth alone is mute
And Marathon looks on the sea :
I dreamed — that Greece might still be free !
Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis;
And men, in nations - all were his !
My country? - On thy voiceless shore
The heroic bosom beats no more!
Though linked among a fettered race,
Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;
Must we but blush ? Our fathers BLED !
A remnant of our Spartan dead !
Ah! no; - the voices of the dead
And answer, “Let one living head, But one arise,
we come, we come!”. 'T is but the living who are dumb.
In vain! in vain! — Strike other chords,
Fill high the cup with Samian wine !
And shed the blood of Scio's yine !
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ?
The nobler and the manlier one ?
he meant them for a slave ?
They have a king who buys and sells :
The only hope of courage dwells;
Where nothing, save the waves and I,
There, gwan-like, let me sing and die :
XXXV. - THE CRUCIFIXION.
This unexampled deed ?" The heavens exclaim, “'Twas man; and we in horror snatched the sun
From such a spectacle of guilt and shame.” I asked the sea ;
the sea in fury boiled, And answered, with his voice of storms, « T was man ; My waves in panic at his crime recoiled,
Disclosed the abyss, and from the center ran.” I asked the earth; – the earth replied, aghast,
“ 'T was man; and such strange pangs my bosom rent, That still I groan and shudder at the past.”
To man, gay, smiling, thoughtless man, I went, And asked him next:- - he turned a scornful eye, Shook his proud head, and deigned me no reply.
THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER.
XXXVI.-THREE WORDS OF STRENGTH.
Three words — as with a burning pen,
Upon the hearts of men.
And gladness hides her face in scorn,
No night but hath its morn.
The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth —
The inhabitants of earth.
But man, as man, thy brother call,
Thy charities on all.
these lessons on thy soul,-
rudest roll, Light when thou else wert blind.
XXXVII. - THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. Mr. Koy, the author of the following noble stanzas, had left Baltimore in a
cartel, or ship sent for exchange of prisoners, for the purpose of effecting the release of a friend on board the British feet. He was compelled to remain on board the cartel, under the eye of the British, while the latter bombarded Fort Henry. Mr. Key paced the deck of his ship all night, fearing the effect of the attack on the American fort. He saw our flag waving as the sun went down, and occasionally, by the light of bursting shells, after dark ; but, as the bombardment was continued during tho night, he feared that we might have surrendered. What was his joy, “at the morning's first dawn," on seeing that “our flag was still there!" The attack on Baltimore had failed. Ho embodied his emotions, on the spur
of the moment, in this immortal song. This was in the year 1814. O, BAY, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming, And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ?
0! say, does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ?